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todayiwishtobe · 2 years

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A Constricted Centaur

M/M Explicit Monsterfucking

Sub Centaur Narrator x Dom Naga/lamia Boyfriend

Both characters have cocks

Contains constriction/bondage, cold-blooded lover, anal sex, blindfolding, dehumanisation/dumbification/degradation, dom/sub, mild temperature play, mild cumplay.

I can't see, but that just makes the touches across my body even more noticeable, my lover's cool scales coiling all about my body. His length is wrapped around my barrel, his human torso pressed against my own, his forked tongue tickling my ear as he hisses soft compliments.

I gasp as his tail rubs under my own, sending shocks up my body, and he winds tighter to me.

"Careful, pony."

His grasp is firm, and I can barely move inside his coils but I love the binding, so my tension and breath leave my body together in a long moment.

"Good boy."

I can say nothing in response as his mouth presses against mine. Our tongues push together, exploring the depths of each other. His sharp teeth are an edge of danger, made more enjoyable by the knowledge that he will never harm me.

While I'm distracted with the deep kiss, he continues to wind his tail around my hindquarters, getting himself into position to take what he wants. When all is ready, he breaks the kiss. Though I'm blindfolded, my mind's eye can see the grin his words carry.

"Ready for your ride, ponyboy?"

His cock is pressing against my hole, slick with lube, and I barely manage to gasp an affirmative.

"I didn't understand that." he mocks me.

"Yes!"

"Beg for it."

I'm so horny, I can barely think enough to string the sentence together, and my lover's body rubbing against my stiffened cock doesn't help.

"You're drooling, my love."

I know, I can feel the pre oozing out and across my lover's scales. I know he'll be loving the warm drops, he's told me before, it's all part of being his precious bodywarmer. The memories don't help, especially as his length teases my arse, and I whine. His silibant chuckles taunt me, and the embarrassed heat in my cheeks just fuels my arousal.

"Come on, if you want me to fuck your brains out, you need to start with some."

He knows his teasing is just making it harder for me, and that's the point. He's perfectly capable of keeping me here for hours, and has done, but this time I manage to screw together enough brains to gasp out

"Please...fuck me...crush me...plea...AH!"

I scream in delight as he rams himself into me, cutting off my pleas with a wave of pleasure.

"Good boy, that's all a dumb ponytoy like you needs to say."

He pulls back and thrusts in again and again, finding a rhythm that runs through his entire body, his muscles tight against mine, a glorious pressure that spirals up my body, along his many coils. My breath comes in gasps, my mouth lolling open as the sensuality swallows up all else. His fingers fondle my lips and tongue, shuddering with the pleasure of his thrusts as I clench my arse around his cock, desperate to give him some fraction of the pleasure he's giving me.

"Such...good...toy..."

His halting compliments tell me I'm succeeding, his breath against my neck becoming ragged with his delight. As constricted as I am, I can't do much, but that what I can is working brings me pleasure, a cycle of escalating delight that we both ride ever-higher. For long minutes we writhe and grasp at each other, he bathing in my heat, me rejoicing in his coolness, until he grasps me tight, a long hiss from between his teeth as he fills me with his climax.

"...good...slut."

Even in his fatigue, his body works my cock, and I do what I can too, what fractions of motion I can make to thrust into his coils, and soon I too come, a feral cry as my warm seed paints him thickly. He places a finger on my lips, chiding my lack of control, but with a condescensing expectation of my weakness, after all, I'm just a dumb pony slut. He moves higher, stretch up his body on the scaffold of mine, smearing my cum over the hair of my belly and back.

The dexterity of my lover lets him bind and release purely as he sees fit, and he chooses neither as he moves himself, lying his human body along my back, his coils wrapping around me as he settles into a tight grasp that will not slip from relaxed inattention, and I can feel his eyes close as he relaxes into my warmth and softness.

His grasp is better than any weighted blanket, and I, too find myself relaxing, the world drifting away as we bask in the afterglow of pleasure and in the touch and weight of each other's bodies.

#m/m #naga #centaur #lamia #gay #lgbtq+#queer #My writing #exophilia #also the centaur is autistic #it's not obvious but that's why the weighted blanket/constriction is so nice for him #because this is my self-insert and I'll be as indulgent as I want

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monstertsunami · 2 years

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Shta/Starchaser centaur (xeno)zoologist. i need to flesh him out more but the gist of it is:

He grew up on the centaur homeplanet, and was always intrigued by the fauna around him (often irresponsibly keeping wild-caught "pets" when he was younger.) There were a few radio shows run by returning starchasers in his area, and he listened to them *religiously*, fascinated that there were other animals out there, ones wildly different than those roaming the homeplanet. He dedicated his teenage years to getting into space, and eventually fulfilled his dream. He's currently studying at a college on [some human-colonized planet], and often does field work, traveling out to other planets to research and document their ecosystems. His speed and prey drive make him a valuable asset in the field, especially when trying to capture and track/identify flighty animals.

rtts centaurs by @jayrockin ! assorted traditional doodles of him under the cut!

im fully aware of the centaur cultural connotations of open-backed clothing (SLUTTY) but i could not help myself its just so fun to draw.

#hngg sorry if any of this is inaccurate at all #i did so much research or centaur stuff and tried to accurately depict the homeplanet vibes w/ our limited info on it #i think hes seen as a bit of a rebel on the homeplanet #or at least a weirdo #especially since he became a starchaser #also he does NOT have a name yet. aaa #alien neurology isnt comparable to human neurology etc etc but i did pour my whole autistic heart into him. hes -coded #rtts centaurs #rtts centaur #runaway to the stars #rtts #rtts fanart #rtts oc #specbio #art hell

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soulfulazrael · 2 months

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My Hellaverse Religions and Marriages. Or how my Asperger made up some odd worldbuilding over the dumbest reason imaginable.

We all know this shot. We all hate this shot (well... I do)

And it's for one, big reason... what the hell are marriages in Hell? Well. I was wondering that too and honestly the answer is very simple... Who gives a shit? Viv wanted a contrived story with forced marriage where Moxxie looks like a total bitch so she did it as well as she could and since she could not do it well it came out how it did.

But it did made me think at least. What would marriages in Hell look like? And that lead me to a downward spiral of thinking up in a few hours how it works and why it works. And here is the result. Ladies and gentleman and all the inbetweens (I don't judge) I present my first rewrite post which I mostly do for myself as a note for future in case dementia catches me like it did with my grandparents. One is dead, the other is dying, but enough about my happy life. Let's get into autistic rambling.

So, before we get to the marriage system I have in mind, first let's delve into another thing. God. Or in this case. Deities. As in my version of HB/HH I write about in my AU there are several of them. All of which are different High authority figures of which the main ones are five and I will name all of them: First one is Lucifer

Who in this version is... not as nice. In fact he is very, VERY cruel being. One that has little qualms about lives of anyone else. A being of Chaos from the times of the Rebellion in Heaven which he lead against God after he corrupted humanity to prove to The Almighty of his superiority, of that he is deserving of love much greater than mortals. Cast out from Heaven alongside all those that took side with him.

Now in Hell he embodies Pride that shaped the top layer of Hell. He is a Deity that preaches ultimate freedom. He preaches the idea of that you deserve all that you want. That every feeling, every desire you feel is correct and that you alone are deserving of those no matter what anyone says, no matter who it hurts. All that is important is you. That is the crux of those who follow him. Hedonists, narcissists, cruel, chaotic beings of pure selfishness who believe in righteousness of their desires and standing up against any authority that wants to keep them away from fulfilling their dreams and when all dreams become reality, there is no other outcome than Chaos which Lucifer adores.

They are called Light Takers. For Lucifer is one who brings light and those who follow him, take said light and all that they want.

That is Lucifer and now let's get to the Deity right under him that sides with him more so than the other one, another creature of Chaos (also be mindful that this is just short summary of those things, I can go more in depth about each one in other posts). Satan:

I don't have a better image as my idea of how he looks is pretty different. I imagine him as a centaur like being with a lower body similar to a bull, more human like torso, a head similar to one on this app with mighty wings and 4 arms. A brutal, relentless deity, one who's philosophy is to spread death and prepare for fight against the Heaven. To drown the world in the blood of his enemies and for the bodies and blood to rise so high so that he can approach the Heaven's gates.

His followers are mostly Imps. Many of them sharing to lesser or greater extent this philosophy of slaughter. It gives them meaning to kill and make their own trail of Blood as they follow in the hoove steps of the Lord of Slaughter. Followers of Blood they are called. A numerous force of berserkers devoted to mindless murder and Chaos.

With all this Chaos there has to be a balance point though right? You'd be correct. As on the opposite end of the Chaos spread by Lucifer and Satan is The Lord Governor:

Lucifuge Rofocale. He is in my version very similar to this depiction, although he very rarely smiles. He is known also as Bitter Governor for his rivalry with Lucifer in which he is mostly ignored by the latter as he tries to gain control over the Chaos of Hell.

He is the creature who values Order more so than anything. He is the Lawmaker. He is the lord of Laws that he writes into his Great Book, many laws there are, some of which contradict each other, some forgotten, other irrelevant. All his. He is the cruelty of order and subjugation incarnate. His name itself Lucifuge is one that was given to him after rebellion in which he took side of Lucifer in order to create a perfect society of his own. A society that was never to be. He who runs from Light for he was a Throne Angel of greater light than any other, a Light so strong he could never know even a smallest shadow. Light that he hated above all and could never fully rid himself off of it's taint.

When he came to Hell his Pride alongside Lucifer's shaped the Entire Ring. Lucifer controls the Central parts where Pentagram City is located and Lucifuge controls outer rings of Pride where his 5 towers on borders of Pride spreading to the blood sky surround the Chaos of Lucifer. His desire of control made manifest. A control he spreads with his Emissaries. Those who follow him and his laws faithfully and spread them with unmatched zeal. And his most faithful and powerful servant is the 4th of the Main Deities. The Silent King of all Ars Goetia.

King Baal. His version in my AU is based on this picture. A creature with lower body of a Spider and torso of a man with head of a King with long hair at the top. Which ever direction he looks, his face changes shape, if to his right it takes form of a cat and left is the frog. Among the deities he alongside Satan were born in Hell and were since time of their Hell's manifestation bitter rivals and his beloved is Queen of Gluttony Beelzebub which is often a target of mockery. A spider who beds a bug instead of eating it, but no care to those words are given, no words... Only silence. Pride was originally meant to be his as it would embody his silence, but it was not to be as the Fall happened and Pride was born from the quiet grounds.

He was named an Ars Goetia by Lucifuge to whom he pledged allegiance to in Silent Promise and ever since his invisible web spread across skies of Pride, woven from threads attached to every life among Ars Goetia and to cut it is to be a Heretic condemned to suffering at the hand of Silent King. Baal's Faithful who are his followers are mostly Ars Goetia. All believing in Hell's security to be utmost priority. To make it safe at any means necessary. To make sure that Hell will be eternal and all who fall into it's flames will never escape it's torment. He is the one who keeps the Ars Goetia in check to follow the laws Lord Lucifuge laid out. For maybe side of Chaos has numbers and ferocity, but Order has power and stability.

A balance that is most crucial to never ending conflict festered by the most enigmatic and possibly most terrible of the Five. Mephistopheles.

Who's looks are as everchanging as interpretations of how he looks. A Demon who fooled the world into believing he was, but a made up Demon in a story about Faust. Always cloaked in shadows creature, that despite looking a lot of times like the most basic denizen of Hell, is anything, but. As his nature is a mystery to all who inhabit it. A creature of Darkness that remembers the time of the first words that is alien to both Heaven and Hell. One that gave Hell it's currency made of Souls it caught with contracts they make on earth. A Creature that always maintains the balance of both sides. Making sure there is never a conclusion to this bitter conflict and flames of Discord never fade. Something that is cherished by his Brethren in Dark.

To be Mephisto's Brethren in Dark is to commune and listen to Mephisto's words. You are what you are. There is no change to that. So live your life as you see fit. Make of your life anything you want. Be it for order or chaos. Be it for your desire or duty. What is important is to know who you are and to believe in his words. It is to be on the side of yours and his and all that you must have will come to you, but the price will have to be paid, but it does not have to come from you now has it? No... You use others as much as you are used. You know that very well. You always will. For you are rotten, but so is everything else. So is that so bad?

There are many other deities. Such as King Paimon, by many considered as one of the if not the mightiest among Kings. A being who's promise of seeing his Labyrinth makes many shudder at the mere thought. Or the Sins who's patronage seek those who live on their rings. But the choice is up to the Hellborn... aside from mostly Hellhounds, who mostly only reside and do labor for the Beelzebub. A Cerberus insect of endless hunger.

But there is one more path. On the side of neutrality is also another side. Hell. To listen to the will of Hell.

Listeners of Hell are those who feel the very wind among the bloody streets. To know intimately the desires of the ground you walk on. To serve Hell as it's listener and to reinforce it's will. This is path for those who seek a different path from all other deities. But to do so is to give all that you are to the home you have. Not to protect, but understand it. Breathe with it and to be a true part of it. Closer than many others.

These are all the paths Hellborn can... or rather have to choose. Because atheism is not possible in this realm. Hellborn have to believe in something otherwise it means they are a traitor to the Hell itself. Whatever one believes in it is up to the Hellborn in question. But the choice it is one Hellborn MUST make.

Now... after this little mythology lesson where does this lead in terms of marriages? Well. The marriage in itself is also a deal between deities. Each side has their own contract that has to be signed by the priest of their respective deity. And each priest is of different kind. Emissary is a political for the most part. Mephisto's Brethren could be of any kind. A soldier of Baal. Hedonistic royal of Lucifer. Berserker of Satan. If both sides worship same deity it means less issues, but both contracts are still required.

Both sides need to sign their respective contract and then place their cut hands on those contracts as they are connected by their blank sides. Letting their blood seep into them as both of them touch them. Letting their blood, believes and word to connect them forevermore, for them both to be servants together. That is unless one has a change of faith which may require redoing of the process at the chance of being shunned by everyone around. For it is a shame to be someone to turns away from their God.

So yeah... This is how I would personally write certain part of Mythology of Hell. I know I did not elaborate on certain other things like Paimon or Sins, but I think this is a good enough of a starting point to the mythology I want to make with 3 sides here. Chaos, Order and Neutrality. All with their own strengths and weaknesses. All with their own stories and people who worship them. All with their own traditions, beliefs and personalities... All of it... because I was iffy by the fucking Exs and Ohs priest. I need serious mental help. This is just sad to look at. Then again if you read this far, I guess we all lost here. Or maybe you liked it. If so then please leave a comment or something. I cherish those. And maybe think of who you would choose to follow.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesign #helluva boss rewrite #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critical #vivziepop

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sirspudd · 3 months

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first little oc canon universe infodump thingy, with centaur tack and equipment... tldr autism went mad with horse stuff weeehooo

as a big ol' horsey fan the first thing i thought of was "what kind of tack and equipment would they have?" and here i am, with our first two showing a traditional English and Western set up based of irl styles and brands. I altered some of the terms since the "bridle" does onto the torso and not the head, so browbands and nosebands are swapped to chestbands and waistbands but the overall structure and namesake is the same. just kind of like a bridle crossed with a camera harness used by filmographers. Bits work the same with instead sitting as a joint with the cheekpeice and reins instead of a bar across the mouth. Their strength and specialities is much the same as in our world. anyway here is a annoyingly specific description of their shit which i shall painfully list here for my own autistic amusement. Also noted thank uuu to MlleNugget for the help with western tack accuracy as i have limited experience with them irl and they super-helped make my design logical!!

EIJI

⓪ Black cavesson bridle with plaited chest & waist bands

⓪ Two-ring gag bit

⓪ Albion K2 general purpose saddle (pictured) & k4 sport jump saddle

⓪ Anatomically shaped leather girth and Lemuiex vector stirrups

DANIEL

⓪ Colorado Rancher saddle with traditional girth,cinch, and rawhide stirrups

⓪ Tripping Collar

⓪ Simple loosering snaffle bit

⓪ Rawhide overlay headstall with futurity knot chestband

#centaur #centaur worldbuilding #centaur oc #lgbt ocs

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 2 months

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Okay I know I've sent a few asks for the cross guild but one more! This is the last one! (Lying through my teeth)

The image of Buggy being treated as a cat that got adopted - nay, a cat that got scooped up without warning and ended up very confused by the sudden change - is so funny to me.

I'm keeping his severed head on my lap and petting his hair like a cat (he's in seventh heaven and simultaneously trying not to get a nose bleed over my thighs or piss off one of the other two by seeming too smug)

Mihawk: we turn our back for five seconds and you manage to pick up a stray

Sir Corcodile: stray seems a bit generous, Swordsman. More of a mangy rodent, by my standards.

Reader: his shrill screams and autistic swagger have captivated me, heart and soul.

Buggy, in the distance: *pulls his shirt from his chest and sniffs it, makes a disgusted face, then shrugs and licks whatever the stain is*

Reader: *pupils dilating to the size of dinner plates* *dreamy sigh* I just want to wrap my tongue around his uvula, is that so much to ask?

Mihawk, disturbed: yes.

The idea of Reader being attracted to hyper competence and intimidating badassery, then simultaneously being the biggest morosexual is hilarious

Buggy: do you think centaurs file their own hooves? Or do they still get farriers to do it- hrrk

Reader: *reaching out and shoving one hand into Buggy's mouth, fingers pressing down on his tongue to grip his jaw and snatch him nose-to-nose with them* Naked. On the bed. Safeword is popcorn

Buggy: *muffled* do I have to wait two minutes to use it?

Reader: *already drafting up the marriage certificate* I am about to suck your soul out through your dick.

Ignoring the fact that I'm really honestly curious about the centaur thing now—

I already associate Buggy with a feral opossum so this is beyond beautiful.

Sincerely feel his flirting game is like:

But you find his awkwardness and social ineptitude appealing

And Crocodile and Mihawk being increasingly disturbed by the situation is just. Perfect.

Why are you so into the moron? And yet you're also into them? Do you consider them morons? Should they be offended?

To be fair though they're really not much better. Considering Mihawk was essentially a hermit for several years and his social interaction usually involved violence and murder for fun; and Crocodile puts himself on such a high pedestal that he sees everyone around him as inferior and doesn't bother doing anything to hide it.

They're really just three different flavors of socially inept blorbo. And I love them so much for it.

Also I most humbly ask permission to borrow the uvula line for something, it's wonderful and I cannot stop cackling over it 🙏🥲 If it's okay, I will give credit when I use it.

#cross guild #mini headcanon #asks #buggy #mihawk #crocodile #one piece

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electric-blue24 · 2 years

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For your centaur au with haxoeus ingo I know it's suspension of belief because pokemon however I am autistic and an artist and love thinking about this kind of stuff so. It would be most realistic for ingo to walk on four... Legs? Because of the. Way that a haxours is shaped. The human torso would throw off the balance heavily. However, it would still be very realistic for him to be able to go up to two legs for short periods of time. Controversly, Sawsbuck Ingo would have great trouble going up on two legs for anything more than a toss or short hop or something because he would be more forward heavy. Also, S!Ingo would probably have much better stamina because of both parts of him being warm blooded so there wouldn't have to be as many compromises between the systems.

Wrapping up my thoughts: Haxorus Ingo would be best for Hisui with climbing and stuff on cliffs, but would have to rest much more. Sawsbuck Ingo would be better in Unova because of having more stamina for all day things such as the battle subway, but would have to have more safety precautions in place than normal.

YES, love people indulging my bullshit (im a bit of a biology nerd so i love this nonsense)

H!ingo would be built different from a normal haxorus (obviously) having a longer torso and stronger front legs to accommodate walking on all fours unlike the rest of the axew line that are all bipedal. he'd still be able to stand, walk and even sprint for a bit on two legs thanks to a longer tail balancing the human half out (think of something like a hadrosaur walk vs sprint) but he would usually be quadrupedal, especially when at gear station or on trains because standing at full height i think he'd be over 2m so that plus the axe face is prob not the best indoors.

unfortunately while H!ingo may be ok with the terrain shift to hisui the climate is a big jump form mostly arid unova (especially from right next to a desert where he lived) that and haxours being a unova native pokemon, but from where the axew line is found in-game he's defiantly ok with cave and mountain environments so hes got that going for him.

im not gonna touch the warm blood/cold blood situation hes got going on lets just say he's a bit more reliant on ambient temperatures but can mostly get by thanks to the human half

as for sawsbuck he'd definitely be ok with the cooler temperatures of hisui but seeing as they're the seasonal pokemon i think they're pretty adaptable. would probobly have some issues with the steeper cliffs but i think over all he'd be ok with the new terrain, as for unova gear station is gonna be stair free because large hoofed animals just do not have fun with them. as for anatomy and movement he'd have very good core strength to be able to butt head with things and retaining balance if he decided to rear up, but yeah unless he's leaning on something or for like you said very short burst he basically gets around like a normal elk on all fours

anyway rants over :)

#ingo #answered asks #blues art #haxorus!ingo #haxorus #centaur au #centaur #pokemon #submas #warden ingo #sawsbuck

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ikoarts · 3 months

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November 2022 Art

huh. a lot of silly doodles this month, some random stuff from my phone too, was on some silly energy i think x

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 08/11/2022 : horse Ru but like, an actual horse. shes real. get horsed idiot. shes a bay tobiano marwari (also one i did on my phone)

2, 3 - 09/11/2022 : much silliness. was thinking of koopas again, theres barley, who is weird, and also lemmy, giving good advice x

4 - 10/11/2022 : horsie! again! thats about it

5, 6 - 12/11/2022 : more koopaz, they smoke veed together i guess, i liked drawing these i was on sily energy

7 - 13/11/2022 : jammy lammy. drawn on my phone x ,, i think i doodled this then i started on my full digital piece of her?

8, 9, 10 - 14/11/2022 : roosh in the rush shirt, ive been asked if she likes rush bc shes rush-ada which i find funny (no sadly i wish i was that funny), she never dresses like this but i like to draw her in things she'd probably Want to wear but wouldn't bc shes a self conscious old lady..... ANYWAY omg first drawing where i drew Ru with her iconic half moon eyes instead of having the empty space, now her eyes are a full shape,, its been this way ever since and it feels so much better, maximum droopiness, shes pathetic really but i love her, toni might invoke this rage on me if she catches me saying that tho

also penguin dance. watch that autistic girl groove

11 - 15/11/2022 : moar drawing Ru in outfits she would want to wear but wouldn't normally, like this is how i dress so this is projection probably.. i was on my peak boingo fix at this point (has not stopped) so Toni is having a sing x (has been misinterpreted as her ripping a bong at least three times) and a little Luisa hehe

12, 13 - 16/11/2022 : Toni would have a YT channel in canon, like thats how she breaks into the music scene, but i like thinking of her doing cliche youtuber things.. also the first (not first but the First first is like an incomplete concept doodle) drawing of Trixie! i knew i wanted a new robo oc, and she had to be a gnasty diesel powered idiot, she hasn't changed too much

14 - 18/11/2022 : silly time again, ru n toni on their catgirl and horsegirl business, i am 5 and poop is funny

15-18 - 25/11/2022 : holy ponies batman! horseshada (yes thats what i call her) as a G3 styled MLP, both in her natural colours, and unnatural colours (her pony name is Blue Moon), also TONI PONY! (her pony name is Heart-To-Heart). gay ass little ponies

19-23 - 28/11/2022 : so like. at this point i was in the middle of watching waterloo road (classic series the new one sucks big balls), and this is like the only thing i could conjure up...... also another mettatetta, was still unsure about his design, but its comin!! later!! have patience!! the rest are some various Rushadas, in an outfit from animal crossing pocket camp since i was playing that again at this point, i should draw her in it again bc she SERVES.. also her in her jammies, i wanted a go at drawing plaits, pretty proud of that one, her hair is so thick and lovely <3

24 - 29/11/2022 : so like i really dont have enough aus i guess, catgirl toni n horsegirl rushada, but like, they're more anthro this time, that was basically the concept, and to recap, ive got like centaur au, like full animal au, and one where its just them but they have the ears and tails, its complicated!

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ohnoproblems · 8 months

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curious to see how this stands currently so, q girl?

General opinion/How much I care about them: she's the moment i fell in love with caves of qud as a game. she's showed up in the vast majority of qud fics i've written. love her to pieces though her position in relation to the protagonists of my current active fic series means i have to bully her and that's been fun too.

A ship I love: well you see, she simply loves Weary Paw Mara, the Canonical Protagonist of Caves of Qud. when i wrote mara saying that she'd crawl back from death a thousand times for the taste of her, well, i meant it. also ereshkigal the mainframe. she's fucked that mainframe. no doubt

A non-romantic relationship that I love: well the thing is, i wrote a callous and morally-ambiguous centaur scientist-chef with tremendous martial prowess, and i wrote her to be Q Girl's acrimonious former research partner, and then that centaur made it into the game. it used to be a bit romantic to be sure but not any more!

The NOTP: if anyone's out there playing caves of qud as a character they think is a dude, she's not gonna fuck you bro

My biggest headcanon about them: vapes. heavily autistic (does this count as a headcanon? it's downright textual).

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: (if I have none in my WIPs I'll make one up on the spot!) stay tuned for treatise on the peregrine phoenix book 3, because the gals are going to grit gate

Something that makes me think of them: (a song, a character in another fandom, an animal, anything) quetzal!

#caves of qud #emberlily

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doppaminedogg · 2 months

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GRAGON LORE OH MY GOS

Uhh no warnings this time cuz hea just a hopeless romantic

Character description = Gragon, a green centaur, he has long horns and piercing yellow eyes. He often wears a black body suit that only halfway covers the lower more animal half of his body. Gragon is covered in green spotty fur. He's usually stoic and professional. The only people to see a softer side of him are his friends and Bee, the love of his life even if he doesn't return the same feelings. He also wears a brown satchel that Bee gave him

Bee = (NOT MY CHARACTER ) Bee is a tan man with fluffy brown hair and a blue streak of hair, he wears a nice blue sweater and some baggy jeans, three tentacles writhe around behind him. Bee is a demihuman, half creature, half human.

Gragon trudged along the side of the mountain, looking down at the giant crevass that he and his best friend turned into a nation. It wasn't big. Some wouldn't even call it a nation. Few people lived there, including Bee and Gragon. He narrowed his eyes, stopping momentarily to look for his friend. There he was, in all his glory, sitting on the steps to their house. Gragon felt a grin tug at his stoic expression. He turned tail and hurried down the side of the mountain, not even caring for the huge staircase made to enter Cliffburgg. His claws scraped against the rocks, making an unpleasant sound. Bee snapped his head up, probably thinking it was a monster. Gragon grinned, his ears flicking up happily. As Gragon stopped on a small cleft not far from the bottom on the ravine. His lower half bunched up his muscles and leaped down to the ground. He was eager to get over to Bee. Bee stood up, ready to greet his friend. Gragon felt a coo bubble up in his throat. "Did you find your other dog?" Bee asked when Gragon was close enough to hear. "Yup, he's with the rest of them." Gragon said. Gragon reached his hands down to envelope Bee in an affectionate hug, his eye glossy with love. Bee turned around and went up the stairs a bit. "Cassidy wants to be here to raise to flag, I mean, he wants to see it being raised." Bee said, grabbing onto the rail of the staircase. Gragons tail flicked with irritation, his whiskers twitching in anger. 'Cassidy. Cassidy.' Gragon thought. "Alright," he said, lowering his arms. "Make sure everyone's here around," Gragon trailed off, looking around for a clock or anything to tell the time. He stopped somebody who was walking past him, gesturing for the time. "Seven o'clock." Gragon said after thanking the person. Gragon looked up to Bee, who was standing in the doorway of their house. "Will do, boss." Bee said with a playful wink before he closed the door. Gragon stood there for a moment, his stomach turning and heart fluttering with love. 'Cassidy.' That stupid name ran through his head again.

Gragon had this secret, you see, a few months ago this...egg.. grew from the ground, he doesn't know how it got there, or really when, he just happened upon it. It spoke to him, though. It sounds crazy, but it was like it knew him, what he wanted. What he desired. Gragon looked upon the giant red beauty. 'Cassidy.' The egg seemed to speak. Gragon sat down with his back against the egg. He wrapped his hands around his snout and pinned his ears back. He couldn't stand the thought of some other creature with their hands on Bee, touching him, kissing him.. Loving him. Everything he wanted to do with, for, and to Bee. He just wanted Bee to actually see him. His heart sounded in his chest as he thought about Cassidy. With his stupid blue hands groping Bee in any way he wanted, having his way with the frail human. Bee was so much better than him and deserved better. Gragon was better. He knows he was better, he though highly of himself and thought that Bee should be with him, not some rainbow autistic fucking mutt tha couldn't even read. Gragon was seething, his fur spiking.

"Cassidy. Cassidy." He thought. "Ca...ssidy.." The egg spoke. Gragon snapped his head to look up at the egg. The familiar red tendrils snaked out from under the egg. Gragon stood up, reaching inside of his satchel. "Yes, Cassidy. A dumb.." Gragon trailed off. He felt his finger wrap around the bag that was wrapped around something. He pulled it out, his eyebrows furrowing sadly. "Gift..." the egg grumbled, the red vine reaching out. Gragon took a breath and unwrapped his gift to the egg. A puppy's lifeless expression was revealed. He gulped and let the blood-soaked bag fall to the ground.

He kneeled and held out the head, his eyes unable to leave the gruesome scene. The vine wrapped around the puppy's head, squeezing it until its eyes almost popped out and slithered back behind the egg. Gragon looked down, his hands were red and slightly sticky. "Good... g..ood." The egg groaned. Gragons chest felt heavy, and he slumped a bit, sorrow flooding his body. He had so many dogs, and Bee didn't know why. He never told anybody why. At least not the truth. He always said it was for protection or just because. They were sacrifices.

Seven o'clock. He stood at the balcony where the flagpole was raised. He was going to raise the flag in front of his people. A few others from different nations nearby joined. He saw manbania and skullfound citizens mostly. Howls and caterwauls echoed below. He scanned the crowd for Bee. Of course, he was standing next to Cassidy, who had his hands greedily wrapped around him. Gragon growled and peeled his eyes away, stepping forward so they could really see him. He raised his arms, and the crowd yowled excitedly. "TODAY, WE BECOME A NATION WE ARE.." He grabbed the rope to spring the flag up. "CLIFFBURGG!!" He shouted, and the flag sprung, showing off its beauty. He listened joyfully to the joyous and overjoyed screeches of his people and others. 'Cassidy cassidy.' He thought again. He couldn't help it. He hated the thought of him holding Bee like he was his. He hated thinking about somebody else seeing Bee naked, or in any other clothing that would make him look nice..sexy, or whatever. Gragon clenched his teeth, suppressing a growl.

Midnight. Gragon laid awake, staring at Bee. They had separate beds, but that didn't stop Gragon from taking in his elegance. He loved the way light bounced off of Bee's skin, the way the wind blew his hair just perfectly. Nobody was going to have him, and Gragon was going to make sure of that.

Woo yyaya, uhh, once again, Bee is not my character. He's actually my cousins so my description of him is either what I remember or interpret love you cuzz

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lichens-art · 3 months

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Some Life Series interpretation lore (Some people call them headcanons... BUT NOT I!)

Basically a list of what I'm going to draw everyone as + some disjointed thoughts about how the biology/geology/magic works because I am an autistic little FREAK

(Okay to rb, just not putting this in the main tag because I'm embarrassed.)

Species list (● = More Human looking - ■ = More Furry looking)

Grian - ● Wither Skeleton + Vulture (Vanilla + Semi-Vanilla) (^ Resembles a turkey vulture specifically, unadded mob) Scar - ■ Cat (Vanilla) (^ Specifically a Jellie Cat) Mumbo - ● Human/Player (Vanilla) (^ Worlds most normalcore dude ♡) Jimmy - ● Tiny Bird (Twilight Forest) (^ Gold Finch Variety) Joel - ■ Hedge Spider (Twilight Forest) (^ Spider Centaur btw) Scott - ● Guardian (Vanilla) (^ Head 'crystals' are guardian thorns) Impulse - ● Minotaur (Twilight Forest) (^ Long Horn Cow, Pansy Moobloom) Skizzle - ● Valkyrie (Aether) (^ Wings are small and unusable) Tango - ● Blaze (Vanilla) (^ Has blaze rods circling his head) Etho - ■ Leucistic Fox (Vanilla) (^ Has Dark Gray/Light Brown markings, 'Domesticated' Fox) Bdubs - ■ Glare (Semi-Vanilla) (^Acts akin to skulk, but with docile moss, Unadded mob) Cleo - ● Zombie (Vanilla) (^ Doesn't burn in daylight due to mutation) Martyn - ● Creeper + Cat (Vanilla) (^ Makes Creeper noises but cannot explode) Ren - ■ Wolf (Vanilla) (^ I am implementing "More Mob Varients" ♡) Lizzie - ■ Aerbunny (Aether) (^ She rides on Joel's shoulders, also ears blend into hair) BigB - ● Human/Player (Vanilla) (^ He's just some guy ♡) GeminiTay - ● Deer + Skeleton (Twilight Forest + Vanilla) (^ Themes of chronic wasting disease, has a skeletal arm) Pearl - ● Boar (Twilight Forest) (^ Think about it, everyone's like "oh a passive mob i don't gotta worry-" and then THEY DIE AND DIE AND DIEEEEEE)

In my interpretation there's more dimensions than just The End and Nether. There's also the Twilight Forest and The Aether because those two mods register as Vanilla+ in my mind. (Also stuff like Glares, Mooblooms, Copper Constructs, etc. are here too because I'm a salty jackass and this is MY silly thing ♡)

People in this are more or less furry-esque due to exposure to magic. Scar lived in a more magical environment than Martyn, so he's more cat-like instead of more humanoid.

"Undeads" are just their own thing and not actually dead! They have light sensitivity to the point of burning/melting due to the sun leeching their magical energy. Skeletons are very thin naturally and have a high metabolism and very good eyesight. Their eyes are sunken and black but their pupils reflect lots of light like a cat's would. Zombies are slower and have a symbiotic relationship with a bacteria that helps them survive on less food but makes them smell kinda gross. Wither skeletons are similar to normal skeletons but are much faster, taller, and more muscular. Though, their bones are much more brittle.

Planets/Dimensions Radiate magic from within themselves, and Stars burn away their own magic and neutralize it with their light. (Hence why undeads burn in sunlight) The farther you go underground the more magical the lifeforms are. The Nether and Twilight Forest are both underground dimensions due to their planets being closer to their stars. The End is a gas giant with magic infused islands of rock that float naturally, though it is close to its star it's atmosphere is so dense that it isn't effected very much. Btw the Nether is Venus. I know this in my heart ♡ (the other three are just random high-magic planets that linked to The Overworld) The Aether is also a gas giant but is more linked to The Overworld's magic, thus when you fall into the core you wind up in The Overworld's atmosphere. Bedrock is infused with so much magic that it isn't breakable by mortal lifeforms.

Humans do exist! Btw! I know I only have two but listen... I'm a furry. Humans generally are more effected by magic than anything else, hence why there are so many human-like people in my interpretation.

That's all I have for now lol, enjoy my ramble. ♡

#hyd.txt #Edit : I had to edit my post because tumblr fucking hates when I do anything. (It messed up my bolding and my hearts.)

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thetravelerwrites · 2 years

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Caelan and Ruan (Highland Centaur and Gnoll)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationship: Trans-Masc Human/Male Centaur/Male Gnoll Additional Tags: Exophilia, Reader Insert, MLM, Trans-MLM, Trans-Masc Reader, Gnoll, Highland Centaur, Autistic Reader, Stimming, Polyamorous Characters Words: 3906

A cute commission from @unvworldlee! An up-and-coming artist who has set up shop in Dunmountain meets local art dealers, who offer them a once in a lifetime opportunity. Please reblog and leave feedback!

The Traveler's Masterlist

Becoming a sculptor full time in a city as large as Dunmountain was difficult. It took quite a lot of money to rent a suitable place and get quality materials, and it took time to establish yourself as someone to go to when art was required, which you were still attempting to do. You’d only been selling small trinkets, amulets, and gifts so far, but you hadn’t taken any private commissions, which is how an artist made the bulk of their money. However, you were working on a large, full-sized sculpture of your patron god, Maran, the goddess of creativity, for display on the outside of the shop to attract potential buyers and clients.

It had also taken some time to soundproof your studio, since sound was something that greatly interfered with your ability to work. Any sound, no matter how small, made getting your work done nearly impossible, so you had invested a significant amount of your start-up money toward that end. Silence was imperative.

You’d inherited a sum of money from your parents, who had died the year before. You weren’t close with either of them, and had left home years before, having not seen them in nearly three years. You were surprised that you had gotten any inheritance at all, but you weren’t complaining.

You heard the bell in the front room, which you used as the showroom, and groaned internally. As much as you loved earning a living through your art, dealing with customers was your least favorite part of the deal.

You saw two gentlemen enter the shop: a slender gnoll and a very large centaur, who had a little bit of difficulty getting into the door, which was definitely not built for a person his size. The centaur’s fur was a shaggy red color and he had the tail of a cow rather than a horse. His long, fluffy hair had been pulled back at the nape of his neck with a ribbon, though that did little to tame it. It seemed determined to escape its confines and create a fuzzy halo around the gentleman’s head.

The gnoll seemed older than his companion, since he had some grey peppering throughout the fur of his head and neck, though they were both dressed quite sharply and seemed as though they came from money. The centaur wore a cream-colored doublet over bone-white linen shirt and a half cape slung over one shoulder. The gnoll had on a long coat embroidered with silver thread in the pattern of English ivy and a pair of matching breeches underneath.

“Welcome,” You said, wiping your hands and resisting the urge to stand in the corner without interacting with the newcomers. “What can I do for you?”

“Are you the proprietor of this establishment?” The centaur asked,

“As in, are you the artist and not just the clerk, he means,” The gnoll elaborated.

“Yes, I’m the artist here.”

“We’ve heard of you in the art circles recently,” The gnoll said, looking not at you but at the pieces on display. “We’re partners in an art gallery, he and I, and we’re always looking for up-and-coming artists.” He carefully picked up a small carving of a dog. “What are your primary materials?”

“Anything that can be carved or sculpted,” You said, perking up. Being displayed in a gallery was every artist’s dream. You were certain it would have taken at least five years in the business before you’d have been considered for such a thing, and that would have been after much begging on your part. “Wood, clay, stone, anything.”

“Hmm,” The centaur said, bending to look at the pieces more carefully. He had to bend quite far. “These are all… nice. Commercial. They’ll sell just fine as trinkets, though they aren’t anything special, I’m afraid. Is this all you do?”

“It’s all I sell. At the moment.”

They glanced at each other and gave you an appraising look. “Are you working on something that you’re not thinking of selling?” The gnoll asked.

You pressed your lips together dubiously and nodded. You were worried about revealing too much: it was fairly common for artists with a moderately greater reach to take a lesser-known artist’s work and then recreate it, claiming it as their own and asserting they were “inspired” by the original artist’s work, when in reality, they straight-up stole it and expected the other person to be grateful they deemed the work worthy enough to put their name on. You’d seen something similar ruin another artist’s career and there was a constant fear that the same might happen to you before you even had a chance to make a name for yourself.

“May we see it?”

You debated for a moment, but you eventually relented. Despite the fear of theft, this could have been your only chance to be recognized. Many artists never got a chance like this. If they were telling the truth, this opportunity could make or break your career. “This way.”

You led them both to the back room where your personal project was standing right in the center of the room. They looked at the half-finished sculpture curiously. You shied away from the centaur a little: horses or similarly large quadrupedes made you terribly anxious. You never learned to ride a horse, despite your family owning several, because the size of the creatures caused you tremendous stress. Despite how attractive he was, you couldn’t help but feel cautious of the large man.

“Look at the little flourishes here, Caelan,” The gnoll said, pointing to the sculpted clothing but careful not to touch it. “It’s extraordinarily delicate.”

“That’s quite unique, yes,” The centaur, Caelan, said, pulling out a pair of spectacles and putting them on so he could examine the details better. “It could evolve into something like a signature, wouldn’t you agree, Ruan?”

“Definitely,” Ruan said. “By Jove, Caelan, look at this! I can see the individual hairs on the arm, here! How on earth did they manage this?”

“Goodness,” Caelan said, looking where Ruan was indicating. “And look at how thin they managed to get the cloth. The light passes right through it, it’s so sheer.”

“Where did you receive your education?” Ruan asked, looking up.

“I didn’t,” You replied.

“Self taught?” He asked, and you nodded. “I see. What tools do you use, child?”

“Um…” You rushed to grab your hammer and chisel and passed it to him. He looked at them, incredulous.

“Is this all you use?” Caelan asked.

“Uh-huh,” You said.

Ruan and Caelan glanced at each other, their eyebrows up in surprise.

“Is that wrong?” You asked anxiously.

“Not at all, child, not at all,” Ruan said. “Do you take commissions?”

Your mouth fell open. “I… No, I… I never have before.”

“Would you be willing to take one?”

“Y-Yes,” You said, your hands waving slightly at your side. You tried hard to stop them from moving.

“We’re holding an exhibition in a month’s time, and we haven’t been able to find the centerpiece. There are plenty of things we could use, but none of it feels right. We’re willing to take a chance on you, if you’ll be willing to give it your best try.”

“The theme of the exhibition is Erudition,” Caelan said. “You may interpret it however you like, and you may use whatever materials you wish, but it must be completed one week before the exhibition.”

“You can read, yes?” Ruan asked, and you nodded. “Good. I’ll write down the address of the gallery and you can drop by when you’ve finished, or if you have any questions.”

“Yes, I… Yes,” You said, waiting as Ruan scribbled something on a scrap of paper and then taking it when it was offered.

“We’ll be back in a few days to speak more, if you’re agreeable,” Caelan said, stepping forward to shake your hand. You involuntarily took a step back, but before you could correct yourself, he dropped his hand.

“Yes, thank you so much,” You said hurriedly, flushing with embarrassment. “I appreciate this opportunity, really. Thank you.”

“We’ll see you soon, then,” Ruan said, not attempting to shake hands with you, and the two of them saw themselves out.

You were in a whirlwind of emotions, and it was difficult to sort through all of them, overwhelmed. You flapped your hands near your face, as you did when you were overpowered by your feelings, then went into your studio to a chair in the corner where it was quietest, and sat in the silence for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts.

A week passed, and you had trouble coming up with an idea for the sculpture. The deadline loomed large in your mind, and you struggled for inspiration.

Ruan and Caelan stopped by every other day to check on your progress and ask you about your process, and once or twice they asked about your techniques, blown away that you could achieve such delicate work with a simple wide chisel, which was the only tool you used consistently, even on clay. When you started sculpting, you couldn’t really afford any other tool, so it was what you worked with best. Apparently that was unheard of, though you didn’t understand why.

Strangely enough, you didn’t mind their visits. Caelan, despite his size making you nervous, was highly intelligent and gave you several pointers that actually helped you improve quite a lot, and Ruan was warm and thoughtful, often bringing some expensive pastries that you normally couldn’t even afford to look at, much less buy for yourself. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to the both of them, but since they were technically your bosses, acting on that attraction would be a bad idea.

One afternoon, Caelan stopped by the shop alone. He usually only visited with Ruan, so it surprised you to see him by himself.

“My greetings,” Caelan said from the doorway. “I realize it’s rather late, but may I come in?”

“Oh, yes,” You said, shrinking back a little. “What can I do for you, Master Caelan?”

“Well…” He scratched his head a little, perhaps self-conscious? You weren’t sure. “I… I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed cautious of me. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but I’d hate to have any misunderstandings sour our professional relationship. Have I offended you in some way? If so, I apologize.”

“Oh…” You said, feeling a little guilty. “Oh, no, you haven’t offended me. I’m just… a little nervous around people… who are… as… large as you. I’m quite a small person, so I’m always worried I might get caught under your feet. Or hooves, rather. That’s all it is.”

“Oh.” He seemed even more disquieted. “I apologize. If my presence is a source of concern, I’ll keep my distance from now on.”

“No, no! Don’t do that!” You cried, aghast. “I’ve never thought of you as a threat or anything, it’s my own hang-up and has nothing to do with you! Honestly, having you around has been helping me overcome that fear, I swear! Please, don’t keep your distance, I’d be terribly upset if you felt like I couldn’t tolerate your presence.”

A wide grin lit his face. “Ah. Well. That’s alright, then.” He bowed and made to leave. “Thank you for helping me clear up any misunderstandings. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Well, you’ve come all this way,” You said, hesitating. “Would you like to stay for tea? I don’t have much in the way of snacks beyond bread and cheese, but I make a very good cup of tea.”

He smiled. “I’d be delighted.”

You made tea for him, and the two of you sat, him on the floor and you in a chair, and talked for a while. He was actually more friendly than you had first believed, since he seemed a little curt when you first met him, and a wonderful conversationalist. You began to forget your worries and enjoy the time spent talking with him.

Ruan eventually arrived, and when he saw the two of you sitting together, his eyes narrowed.

“And… what exactly is going on here?” He asked. He seemed annoyed.

“Just… tea?” You said, surprised.

“Just tea,” Caelan echoed. “What’s the matter?”

Ruan hesitated, chewing his lip. “Nothing. I apologize for interrupting.” He then turned and left.

You and Caelan frowned at each other in confusion.

“Perhaps I should go after him,” Caelan said, finishing his tea. “I’ve never seen him perturbed like this.”

“ This is perturbed?” You asked.

Caelan laughed. “For him, it is. Thank you for the tea and for listening to me. I will see you again soon.”

“Get home safely,” You said. He smiled and nodded before departing.

About an hour later, Ruan returned to the shop. He seemed deflated and sad.

“Have you spoken to Caelan?” You asked. “He went after you.”

“No, not yet,” Ruan said. “I’ve been avoiding him.”

“Why? What’s got you so upset?”

Ruan sighed and didn’t respond.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked him. It was really the only thing you knew to do when a person was unhappy.

“Yes, please,” Ruan replied, following you to the back like a wounded puppy. You made him some tea and he drank it silently, and waited for him to speak.

Ruan sighed and slumped a little in his seat, swirling the dregs of his tea in his cup. “I’m not upset. Not really. I guess I’m just…jealous.”

“Of who?”

“I’m not sure,” He said. “I saw you and Caelan together, and I got jealous. I was jealous of Caelan, because… Well… I like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hair. “Me?” You asked in surprise.

“Yes,” He said, though he didn’t look up. He seemed to be feeling shy, but you weren’t sure. You had trouble gauging people’s expressions and couldn’t ascertain a person’s feelings unless they told you outright. You were glad Ruan seemed to be a forthcoming person. “I like you a lot. You’re quite intelligent and talented, and I’ve never felt any animosity from you.”

“Why would I have animosity toward you?” You asked.

“Forgive me for stating the obvious, but Caelan and I aren’t human,” Ruan said. “Nor are we considered to be members of the so-called ‘intelligent’ races. Caelan’s people are often seen as laborers, and my kind are considered little more than beasts. The art world has always been rather exclusionist, even to other artists, so it was hard for us to establish ourselves as an authority in art. We had to set up our own gallery since no other gallery was willing to take us on, despite how much knowledge and expertise we possessed. Many artists, even ones who are struggling to find an opportunity, refused to display their work in our gallery, simply because they can’t believe we’re experts or connoisseurs. You never displayed any such discrimination towards us.”

“Is that why you came to like me?”

“Partly,” He said. “It’s not the only reason, but it certainly helps.”

“And that’s why you were upset? Because I was with Caelan?”

“Well, yes… but also… because you were with Caelan. I was jealous of you as well.”

Your brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

“I like you, but… I also like Caelan. Well, more to the point, I’m in love with him.”

“Oh…” You said. “Does he know?”

Ruan shook his head. “No. It was hard enough to go into business together, and I don’t want to ruin what we already have, but… I really do love him. And… I may not love you yet, not like I love Caelan, but it wouldn’t be hard to fall for you. I’m halfway there already. And… I know that I’m not romantically involved with Caelan, but having feelings for you feels like cheating. I… I don’t want to have to choose, because either choice I make will break my heart in some way.”

“So don’t choose,” You said.

He looked up. “What?”

“You like me and Caelan, right?” You asked him, and he nodded, a plaintive look in his eye. “Well, I like both you and Caelan. You’re both sweet and thoughtful and attractive in your own ways. I don’t mind dating both of you, and if you don’t mind dating both of us, then the last variable is Caelan. Maybe he’ll be receptive. If not, we’ll figure something else out.”

“But…” He said slowly. “The gallery. What if he turns us down and things become awkward?”

“If he turns us down, will you stop liking me?”

“No,” He said, shaking his head.

“Will you still want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then we will move on. If we know for certain that Caelan doesn’t have feelings for either of us, then we can just date each other and just remain friends with Caelan.”

“But what if he has feelings for you and not for me?”

“Would it bother you if I dated both of you, even if you don’t date each other?”

“No,” He replied.

“Then, we can do that.”

“But what if he becomes jealous?”

“Have you ever known him to be the jealous sort?”

“Well… no… but he hasn’t dated much. I almost thought he wasn’t interested in dating, but he’s clearly taken a liking to you.”

“Are you sure he’s not interested in dating? Or did it seem that way because he already had someone in his heart?”

Ruan tilted his head a little. “What do you mean?”

“What made you fall for him in the first place?”

“Well… we met in the art community, and we’d faced the same hostility, but he was quite kind to me. His support and reassurance was a constant source of comfort. He’s always been someone I could rely on, even when I thought I couldn’t rely on anyone.”

“Is that how he usually is, or is that unusual?”

“Well… he’s kind to everyone, but he doesn’t reach his hand out to them in the same way,” Ruan said, thinking hard. His ears perked straight up. “Wait… Do you mean he may also have feelings for me? Is that possible?”

“Let’s just talk to him, alright?” You asked, reaching out and taking his hand. “We’ll never know if we just dance around the subject like this. It’s always better to be direct, you know?”

He seemed nervous, but he nodded. “Alright.”

“Hey,” You said, coming around and sitting in his lap. He let out a slight yelp of surprise, but he put his arms around you. “It’s going to be alright, yes? Trust in me. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

He squeezed you tightly. “Yes.”

You pulled back and kissed his snout. “Should we send a messenger?”

She shook his head. “If I’m not back at the gallery by nightfall, he’ll come looking for me, and I was here the last time he saw me, so this will be the first place he’ll check. All we have to do is wait and he’ll be here sooner or later.”

“Alright,” You said, giving him a second kiss, and he responded to this one; the first one caught him by surprise. “For now, let’s not worry and instead enjoy our time together.”

He smiled. “I agree. I’ve wanted to hold you like this since I met you. I’m glad I finally have the chance.”

Caelan did indeed show up around half an hour after sundown, and he seemed crestfallen when he saw you holding hands with Ruan.

“I’m glad you’re here Caelan,” You said. “Will you come and sit? We have something we’d like to talk to you about.”

Caelan sighed as if resigned and knelt next to the table.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Ruan told me he felt upset because he saw us together,” You said, taking your cue from Ruan. “Because he’s developed feelings for me, but… he also has feelings for you.”

Caelan looked at you, his mouth open in shock, and he cut his eyes to Ruan. “Is this true?”

Ruan nodded slowly. “I have loved you for a long time, but I was worried about what would happen to our working relationship. We’d both spent so much time putting the gallery together that I was afraid of destroying it by admitting feelings you may not have reciprocated.”

“I… So…” Caelan stared at yours and Ruan’s hands, still clasped. “Did you decide that it wouldn’t be worth being with me? Is that why the two of you are together instead?”

“No, not at all!” You said. “We both like you, and we want you to join us, if you’re willing. We don’t want to choose, and if you like both of us, you don’t have to choose, either.”

“Oh. I see,” He sat leaning back a little, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “This is a lot to take in, all of a sudden.”

“I know,” Ruan said, looking down. “I know this is sudden and you may not feel the same as we do, but we both decided that we wanted to be honest and forthright. You’re my friend and I… I love you. I don’t want you to feel burdened or obligated by my feelings.”

Caelan looked at Ruan as if considering him, and reached a hand out, touching the side of Ruan’s face. Ruan leaned into his touch, his eyes misty, and sighed.

“I care about you, Ruan. Deeply,” Caelan said. “And I am very much attracted to you as well,” He said, addressing you. “I also felt… torn. If… if the two of you are willing to accept me, then… I would very much like to be with you always. Both of you.”

You stood up and kissed Caelan, and he happily reciprocated, holding your face in his hands. Ruan got up and did the same, and Caelan wrapped his arms around Ruan’s waist, holding him close. The two of them pulled back, looking at each other happily, and you also felt joyful. They pulled you into their embrace and cuddled them close.

For the theme of Erudition, you decided to sculpt a scene of the god of knowledge, Sherot, teaching two young children who were knelt in front of him, a centaur and a gnoll. You decided to keep it a surprise until the day before the exhibition, though it was difficult to do since both Caelan and Ruan visited the studio often. Art was all about what the piece meant to the artist, and this piece was indeed rather personal to you, since it depicted your three loves: Caelan, Ruan, and the gift of understanding. You hoped they’d also find it as meaningful.

“It’s beautiful,” Ruan said when you unveiled it. “Perfect.”

“Yes,” Caelan said. “Exactly what we wanted. You have such a good eye, darling.”

Ruan put his arms around you from behind. “I think the guests will love it as much as we do.”

“How would you feel about moving your studio here?” Caelan asked, bending to kiss your cheek. “Your current one is too far away for my liking.”

You grinned and kissed his lips before he pulled away. “Sounds lovely. But we can iron out the details later. We’ll be late opening the exhibit if we stand around here cuddling all day, as much as I’d like to.”

“They’re right,” Ruan said, releasing you. “We have work to do, my loves.”

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